I tore a Bible to shreds, blood stained the foam
And I let myself be carried away by the raging currents
A column of mist rose up in front of the bow of my ship
The night appeared like a brilliant idea

I caressed the black cloak of the skies with my half-closed eyes
God the sea was hypnotic, in its liquid coat
The foam of the waves tangled with my ideas
I howled with laughter at the irrepressible flight of the clouds

The arms in cross, on my raft, my tears buried in the water
I prayed to God to give me a direction, and I spat on the ocean
The light of a star guided me, a thought followed me like a shadow
I was stalked by your image, reflected in the night and the waves